Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Brave Donald
 Impatient Walter
 Disobedient Ralph
 Feeding the swans
 In the country
 After supper
 Lame Archie
 The stage coach
 The washer-woman's children
 Mother's boy
 Bear ye one another's burdens
 Tony's bath
 The little fortune-hunters
 In prison
 The boy artist
 Charley's dream
 Tim's fourth of July
 In the hospital
 In the library
 Faithful Rob
 The children's bower
 Carl and his dog Frisk
 The old homestead
 Freddy's menagerie
 Blind-man's buff
 The gorilla
 Mischievous Paul
 Back Cover

Title: Brave Donald and other stories
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 Material Information
Title: Brave Donald and other stories
Physical Description: p. 63-124, 1 : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Davis, Caroline E. Kelly, b. 1831
D. Lothrop & Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: D. Lothrop and Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Publication Date: [1888?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1888   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1888
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. C.E.K. Davis.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00056244
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002225223
notis - ALG5495
oclc - 70294475

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Title Page
        Page ii
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Brave Donald
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Impatient Walter
        Page 68
        Page 69
    Disobedient Ralph
        Page 70
        Page 71
    Feeding the swans
        Page 72
        Page 73
    In the country
        Page 74
        Page 75
    After supper
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Lame Archie
        Page 78
        Page 79
    The stage coach
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    The washer-woman's children
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
    Mother's boy
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Bear ye one another's burdens
        Page 90
        Page 91
    Tony's bath
        Page 92
        Page 93
    The little fortune-hunters
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    In prison
        Page 98
        Page 99
    The boy artist
        Page 100
        Page 101
    Charley's dream
        Page 102
        Page 103
    Tim's fourth of July
        Page 104
        Page 105
    In the hospital
        Page 106
        Page 107
    In the library
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Faithful Rob
        Page 110
        Page 111
    The children's bower
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Carl and his dog Frisk
        Page 114
        Page 115
    The old homestead
        Page 116
        Page 117
    Freddy's menagerie
        Page 118
        Page 119
    Blind-man's buff
        Page 120
        Page 121
    The gorilla
        Page 122
        Page 123
    Mischievous Paul
        Page 124
        Page 125
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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Father and mother had gone to town,
leaving the children at home. But an
hour after they left the boys heard, at a
distance, the war-whoop of Indians.
"Oh, Donny," cried Matt, "what shall
we do?" "Don't be afraid," said Donny,
"only do just as I say," He ran to the
-hel, bridled the colt, mounted, and Matr
climbed up behind. "Now, Daisy! he
cried, and away they sped, the Indians
behind them, and reached the town in
safety. A brave boy was Donald; a
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Walter was very sick for a number of
weeks. The doctor thought he would
never be well again, but his mother
watched beside him day and night, and
God blessed the watching, and the medi-
cine, and Walter began to grow strong
again. While he was very sick he was a
very patient boy, but no sooner did he
begin to grow better than he became so
restless and cross that his dear mother
could scarcely endure his whims. Noth-
ing suited him, and he always wanted
something different from what he had.
If his mother brought grapes, he would
snarl out: "I won't have 'em! I want
an orange." If an orange: "Take it
away! I want grapes!" What an un-
grateful boy! I am sure he will some-
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"I'd like to know why I mayn't go in
swimming," muttered Ralph Hunter, as
he sulked out of the house. I never
can do anything I want to. I wish I was
a man! "
Instead of going to work, Ralph
thought he would just take a look at the
pond; and when he saw how smooth and
clear it was, off came his jacket and into
it he went. How could he know that the
cramp would seize him? But it did, and
poor Ralph was almost drowned.
A young man passing near the spot
heard his shrieks of terror, and ran to his
Ralph learned obedience by this' sad
lesson, and has since been willing to
listen to his mother's counsels, and to be-
lieve that she is wiser than he.

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On the Fourth of July, the Glenville
Sunday-schools went on a picnic excur-
sion to Prosperity Pond. I couldn't begin
to tell you what a pleasant time they had.
It was a beautiful day, neither too hot nor
too cold, and a shower the night before
had laid the dust. Even Mrs. Grumbler
had not a complaint to make.
There vere boats and barges on the
pond, flying horses, swings and croquet
on the shore, but Tom, Johnny, and Lizzie
enjoyed nothing so much as feeding the
swans. If you will believe it, they gave
the pretty white creatures every crumb in
their lunch baskets, and if mamma had
not looked out for them, they would have
had to go without any dinner.
Wouldn't that have been miserable for
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What would the poor children in the
city think, and how would they feel to
wake up some fine morning, and find
themselves in the beautiful country?
Some of those little ones have scarcely
seen a blade of green grass, and their
only play-ground is the crowded street or
dirty court. Imagine them let loose in
the hay-fields, breathing the pure air,
listening to the songs of birds, watching
the lambs frisk about, and the butterflies
flit hither and thither.
What a change it would be from the
heat and noise of the crowded street!
How they would enjoy a cup of milk
fresh from the cow, and ripe berries just
from the vines!
Don't you wish every poor child could
spend one summer in the country?

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Out in the old-fashioned kitchen, in
front of a glorious, roaring wood-fire, the
children loved to gather after supper to
tell stories, and talk over the doings of
the day. Sometimes, Ruth the old maid-
servant would let them roast chestnuts in
the ashes; sometimes she would get out
the corn-popper and let them pop corn,
and sometimes, when she was particularly
good-natured, she would put over the
kettle and boil molasses for candy.
When bed-time came, mamma would
come out to call her "chickens," but
often she would stay and enjoy the good
time with them, until the old clock struck
nine. Then such a scampering as there
would be up the stairs. For nine o'clock
is very late bed-time for small children,
you know.

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"You've got a little lame boy here,"
said a good man, to Archie's mother.
"Yes, sir, and he'll never be better."
"I heard about him," said the visitor,
"and I've brought him a rose-bush for
company. If it thrives, he can send it to
the exhibition in June, and perhaps get a
prize for it."
Archie was delighted, and the pot was
placed on the window-sill close to his
chair. Such care and love as he bestowed
upon it!
When June came, Archie could not
make up his mind to let it go to the exhi-
bition, even for a day. But the good
man did not forget Archie. He called to
see him, and was so pleased with the
plant that he gave him a bright silver
dollar for his very own.

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Before we had steam cars and horse
cars, that is, in the days of your grandpas
and grandmas when people went on
journeys, they were obliged to ride in
stage coaches. There were three seats
in each coach; the back seat, the middle
seat, and the front seat; and as three
persons could sit in each seat, nine could
ride inside.
Then the driver was mounted on a box,
and one or two men would sit with him,
and perhaps five or six more would crowd
upon the top of the coach, and away
they would go, up the hills and down the
Even now, these coaches are used in
towns far removed from cities, and also
at the mountains. But it is a slow way
of travelling in these days of steam.

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"Speak, sir! speak!" cried Robby,
holding up his hands as if he had some-
thing that Rover would like to eat.
"Speak, sir! speak!" Rover looked up,
and was not to be cheated, but to please
the boys, he leaped and wagged his tail,
and said, "Bow-wow!"
"You ought to give him some meat,"
said Frank. "It's too bad to make him
speak for nothing."
He don't care," said Robby, he likes
it; don't you, Rover?"
"Bow-wow-wow!" answered the dog,
leaping up, and wagging his tail.
"Don't you see him laugh ? said Robby.
But Frank ran into the house and came
again in a minute bringing a nice bone.
Then Rover held up both paws, and
barked louder than ever, and caught it.

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Molly and Ben were going up to the
Squire's house with the clean clothes.
They liked the walk, and were glad to
help their mother, who worked hard for
them. As they walked down the pleas-
ant road, the Squire's son came driving
along in his gig.
"Hallo!" he cried out, "Where are
you going?"
"Up to the Squire's to carry the
clothes," answered Ben.
"Don't you wish you owned my horse
and carriage," asked the Squire's son.
No," said Ben, haven't got any place
to keep it!"
"You are nothing but beggars!" said
the Squire's son, driving off.
Molly cried, but Ben was angry, and
their pleasant walk was quite spoiled.

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"And it's bread and butter you're
wantin', Mikey? Ye'll have to want it,
thin, I'm thinking till the washin' is done.
Be off wid ye!"
But Mikey was not to be dismissed.
Gi' me a piece of bread, mammy."
He teased and teased.
I'll give you a box on the ear," cried
Mrs. Bridget. "Did ever I see the likes
of ye for holding on, but your father is
the same."
Then Mikey knew he would get, not
the box on the ear, but the bread and
butter he wanted. And, as soon as it was
in his dirty little hand, without stopping to
say Thank you," he turned half-a-dozen
somersaults, and finished by standing on
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When Johnny Cruft was a lad of twelve
years he ran away from his home and his
mother. He must have been a pretty bad
boy to do that. Yes! he wanted his own
way, so he went to sea. But, instead of
having his own way, he was obliged to
obey as he had never before, and it was a
good thing for him.
He was away from home for many
years, but his poor mother never forgot
to pray night and morning that God
would protect him, and send him back
to her again.
And one day he came; a tall, sun-burnt
man. She did not know him at first, but
by and by he said:
"Mother, I am sorry!"
Then she knew it was her boy, and
how glad she was!

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When our Lord was on the earth,
wherever he went, sick and sorrowful
people followed him, and he had a heal-
ing touch and a kind word for them all.
Ever since then, Christ's true people want
to be like him.
See the little children in the picture.
Some are blind, some lame, some foolish,
but how they all gather about the good
man. He cannot heal them by a touch,
but he can speak loving words that will
make them happy.
There are hospitals for sick people,
now, and Christ's people love to work in
them, and give money for their support.
This is because he came to teach us to
bear one another's burdens.
Remember, if we love Christ, we shall
love all his children.

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Tony's bath was almost too much for
him. Dick was so strong that he forgot
how weak Tony was, and he kept him
in the water too long. The little fellow
cried, but Dick thought he was afraid,
and laughed at him. But by and by,
Tony said:
I'm going to die, if you don't let me
come out."
Then Dick looked, and saw that he was
very white, and he caught him in his arms
and brought him to the shore, where his
sister Katy was waiting.
They wrapped him in the warm shawl
and ran up to the house, and put him into
bed. Mamma got hot ginger tea for him
to drink, and he was soon better. Dick
was very sorry, but he has not been
allowed to take Tony in bathing since.

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Fred and Frank had read wonderful
stories about boys that went to seek their
fortunes, and they thought they would
seek theirs. Father said:
"Very well; if you can do better for
yourselves than mother and I can do for
you, go- and welcome."
Mother put up a lunch for them, and
off they went. It was fun in the daytime,
but at night the woods were lonely enough.
They couldn't sleep. Owls hooted, the
wind blew. They clung to each other;
they said their prayers over and over, O,
if they were only safe home! At last
the day dawned; then they started for
home. Mother was looking for her fool-
ish boys. They hung their heads, but
she kissed them, and said: "Don't try it
again, boys." I do not think they will.

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When Josie and her brother went rid-
ing, Frisk always went with them, and
had as fine a time as they. They would
trot through the woods and lanes, and
Frisk would trot beside them, wagging
his tail, and giving frequent barks to ex-
press his pleasure.
Sometimes Josie would give him her
riding-whip to carry, and he would take
it between his teeth and look as delighted
as a dog can look.
Frisk was a great favorite with all 'the
family. He had a rug in the sitting-
room, and if he'was not in his place in
the evening, it seemed almost as if one
of the children were absent. When
Josie went to the piano to play, Frisk
always sat close beside her, and looked
up in her face. He was so fond of music.

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What a wretched looking man! He
looks as if there were no hope for him.
His hair and beard are uncombed, his
clothes are ragged; and he is in prison.
Can it be possible that this poor man was
once a bright, laughing boy ? Can it be
possible that he once knelt at his mother's
knee, and lisped a prayer? Ah, yes.
Then what brought him to this dreadful
place ?
Disobedience to his parents, Sabbath-
breaking, bad company, drunkenness, -
these were the sins that have brought him
to ruin, and that are bringing down thou-
sands of boys and young men every year.
Children Obey your parents; Remem-
ber the Lord's day; Shun evil companions;
Look not on the wine when it is red; if
you would escape such a fate as this.

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Bravo! little artist, and very well- done
for a four-year old. Perhaps some day
may see him a famous painter. Who
knows? One of the greatest American
painters began to draw portraits when he
was only seven years of age. He was
rocking the cradle in which lay his baby
niece, when she smiled in her sleep, and
so delighted was the boy, that he got some
paper and drew a picture of the sweet
little face, which was a good likeness.
Afterward he used all the time he
could get from his study in drawing and
painting, and when eighteen years old, he
was settled in the city of Philadelphia as
a portrait-painter.
Later still, he went to Europe, and
painted the faces of kings and queens.
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If Charley and Will had not quarreled,
Charley would not have dreamed such a
dream. After all, it was well that he
dreamed it, for it cured him of a bad
fault. He was so in the habit of disput-
ing and quarreling, that none of the boys
liked him very well.
But he will never forget the Ogre, with
seven-leagued boots, that came striding
over the hills, just as he lay down under
the apple-tree, and seized him under one
arm, and Will under the other, and made
off with them to Ogre-land.
I'll teach you two how to fight," he
growled. I'll -"
but, after all, I will not tell you the dream.
Only I advise you, boys, not to quarrel,
unless you want a visit from the Ogre, and
a good fright.

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Poor little Tim didn't have any good
times on the Fourth of July. No powder,
no trumpet, no drum, not even a torpedo,
or a bunch of snapper crackers," as Grace
called them. He peeped through the slats
of the fence, and tried to enjoy the good
times that the Ellis children were having.
But when Mary, on her march at the
head of the soldiers, caught sight of the
red hair and dejected countenance, she
paused, and cried:
"Attention, company What's the mat-
ter, boy? "
Tim sniffled, and said:
Ha'n't got nothing' to make a noise!"
Then Mary took a collection, and tossed
a bunch of "snapper-crackers" over the
fence. Forward, march!" she cried, and
away they went, while Tim ran off.

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Time passes slowly when one is sick.
But in one's own home, with mother and
sisters to sit beside the bed, it is not quite
so wearisome, as when sick in the hospital,
as poor Reggy was.
True, he had the best of care, and the
best of food, and every day a kind lady
came and brought him flowers, and sat
beside him a few minutes, but he wanted
his own home, humble though it was.
Often he was fretful, and complained
because he was sick.
But one morning the lady brought him
a small card on which was beautifully
"Cast all your care upon Him; for
He careth for you."
Then Reggy began to think of God.
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Tired of play horse, top, ball, slate
and dolly thrown aside, Arthur, Alice and
little Bess, have seated themselves upon
the sofa, with their favorite picture-book
before them. Arthur is the reader; the
little girls are good listeners, but are not
yet able to read for themselves. How
pleasant it is to see them so happy to-
gether! There are many brothers and
sisters who dispute and quarrel over every
trifling matter; but these dear children
love each other too well for that.
When Arthur comes to a word that he
does not understand, he runs to his
mother to ask the meaning, and then goes
back and explains it to Alice and Bess.
Mamma likes to buy books for her
children, and they already have quite a
nice library.

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Please, sir, I'll hold your horse," said
Rob. Mr. John liked the boy's face, and
put the bridle into his hand, while he
went to make a call. When he came back
Rob was standing just where he left him,
and the horse was very quiet. Mr. John
put a ten-cent piece into Rob's hand.
There is something to buy candy,"
he said.
Thank you, sir. I'll buy bread with
it, for mother," said Rob.
S" Is that what you want to earn money
Sfor? asked Mr. John.
"Yes, sir; mother is poor."
Then you may come here- every day,
and I will give you ten cents every time
you hold my horse."
Rob was a happy boy, for ten cents
would buy bread for all the family.

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Jamie and Dell are building a bower,
and when it is finished they are going to
have a pic-nic.
"We'll 'vite Patty, and Grace, and
Annie," said Dell.
"Yes, and Ned. and Tom, and Charley,"
said Jamie.
"And, oh, we'll have cookies," said Dell.
"Yes, and peanuts," added Jamie. "The
fellows all like peanuts."
So do we girls," said Dell, and we'll
bring our dolls."
Bah! cried Jamie. Don't! "
Then how will we 'muse ourselves ? "
0 we'll play leap-frog, and-"
I can't play leap-frog," said Dell.
"Then you girls may have the bower,
and we fellows will play out in the fields,"
said Jamie. "That's the best way."

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Carl and Frisk are the best friends in
the world.
Carl is not quite four years old, but
in the morning he and Frisk start off
together, and are sometimes gone two or
three hours. Mamma is never anxious
about Carl for she knows that Frisk will
take care of him.
Generally they go out into the field
and sit down under some great, wide-
spreading tree.
Carl looks up into the sky and wonders
what the clouds are made off. Then he
pulls daisies, and sticks them into his
hat. Sometimes he tries to rub the color
out of the grass and the daisies, but that
he cannot do, for God put the color into
them, and little fingers are not able to
undo his work.

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The dear old farm-house where grand-
father and grandmother live, is worth all
the fine houses in Boston. At least that
is the opinion of Alf and Harry.
There is the old-fashioned well-sweep.
No ice-water is colder than the water
from that deep well. There is the barn
and the shed, with such opportunities for
fun and frolic.
And here is the stream, with the bridge
across it, and here come our little fisher-
men down the pleasant lane, with their
fishing poles and lunch baskets over their
They have set forth on a day's excur-
sion, and will follow the brook away off
through the woods, and if they are careful
and quiet, they are sure to come home
with trout enough for supper.

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If the pony, and the cat, and pool
moolly cow, could have spoken, they
would have said: "Alas, the day that
Freddy went to the Menagerie! "
For since that day, Freddy had been
possessed with a desire to imitate Barnum,
and had spent all his spare time in
arranging matters for a fine show in the
barn. Paper horns, transformed moolly
into the Koodoo poor patient moolly!
Strips of paper ingeniously pasted to-
gether, made the pony into a Zebra; the
old cat was forced to pass herself off for
a porcupine, while little Jake played the
gorilla, with teeth made of chesse, and an
old fur coat.
Freddy thought it great fun to be a
showman, but I think he might find some-
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"Now I've got somebody! Don't all
laugh. I believe I know who it is!"
Hugh held fast to the skirt he had caught.
" It is Martha !"
A shout of laughter told him that he
had made a mistake. It was provoking,
for Hugh had been blindfolded ten min-
utes or more, but that was no excuse for
his losing his temper, and quickly snatch-
ing the handkerchief from his eyes as
he did.
The children cried, For shame!" but
Aunt Ellen said:
"A boy that cannot play without losing
his temper, ought not to play at all."
And then she sent him into the house,
where he could have his sulks all to
himself, and an opportunity to reflect
upon his misconduct.

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What frightful-looking creature is this
clinging to the branches of the trees,
and glaring upon the two men who have
come so near him ? If he could speak,
he would say:
How dare you intrude on me !"
But he cannot speak. He can only
howl and growl fiercely.
He looks very much like the colored
man, but there is one great difference
between them.
The gorilla has no soul, and when his
body crumbles away to dust, that will be
the end of him. But the man has a soul,
and although his body, too, will crumble
back to dust, his soul will not die, but
will live forever.
Do you understand the difference be-
tween them?


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No sooner is thLs sprite of a boy out
of one piece of mischief than he is deep
in another.
The quacking of the duck, as she tried
to get away from him, only made him
hold her the tighter, until he managed to
get a bridle upon her neck, and fasten it
to his boat. Then he put his dog Pink
on board for a passenger, and with the
reins in his hands, shouted Hurrah!"
and started forth for some fun.
Naughty, cruel Paul!
The poor duck struggled to get free;
Pink jumped into the water, and Paul
lost his balance and fell in, and got a
good wetting.
Then Pink barked, and it was the duck's
turn to laugh, and shout hurrah, but all
she did was to quack.


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